DSL BABY
So since the dawn of time... i have constantly bitched and complained about my super-slow gay-ass internet.
BUT NOT ANYMORE! that's right baby... thanks to a little web browsing by Phil, my parents decided to get DSL and get rid of AOL once and for all. Yessiree Bob! Now my internet is faster than ever (had 50 kb/s... omg) And i am happier than Walter Cronkite with a exclusive interview with God.
Oh man.. so that has pretty much been the highlight of my life as for now.
Umm.. So sorry i haven't updated in forever... i know you guys love to hear about every single detail.. but i been kinda busy. What with the sleeping, and the waking up. Not a lot of time to update ya know? But Since i have been sitting here waiting for da gang to get out from wherever the hell they are.. i figured i might as well update.
So i had a "miss cari" attack a couple days ago. Yeah i know that im kinda just being a bitch.. but i do. It's my fault i guess for not keeping in touch as well as i'd like.. but im kinda not into having my heart torn out. (im just playin) Still.. i think school is going to be tough. Oh well. i'll worry about it later. I decided that i shall play a lowly monk in Madrigals, (that way i don't have to worry about a costume) and that im not going to take anatomy.
Today was this gay-ass Mentor training deal. Like my mom busted open my door and was like "shampoo your carpet." Cause we rented this rugdoctor doo-hicky and so of course we had to use it in every room. So as im almost done picking up my room, she yells at me get in the car cause of the mentor training, (which i had forgotten about) And so from 9-2 im supposed to be there, and instead i stay 9-12 and keep a grasp on my sanity. Like it wasn't that bad.. it was just i would rather have been shoving ice picks under my fingernails. Or jump naked onto a huge pile of thumbtacks. Either one.. maybe both.
So i come home... order 4 pizzas for Darryl, and then do chores chores chores. I shampooed my carpet (so soft) and ironed a crap-load of clothes (so clean) and then did like 5 other things my mom demanded before i could even think about goin out. And i felt like an ass cause like people (becky/everyone else) were AT MY HOUSE, and i had to tell them i couldn't come out.
<~~ felt like asscrack
So now im here... waiting.. and it's all good.
IM RICH BIOTCH!! *honk honk*
~Steve~
p.s. Darryl you Queer you never picked up the pizzas! WTF mate?
BUT NOT ANYMORE! that's right baby... thanks to a little web browsing by Phil, my parents decided to get DSL and get rid of AOL once and for all. Yessiree Bob! Now my internet is faster than ever (had 50 kb/s... omg) And i am happier than Walter Cronkite with a exclusive interview with God.
Oh man.. so that has pretty much been the highlight of my life as for now.
Umm.. So sorry i haven't updated in forever... i know you guys love to hear about every single detail.. but i been kinda busy. What with the sleeping, and the waking up. Not a lot of time to update ya know? But Since i have been sitting here waiting for da gang to get out from wherever the hell they are.. i figured i might as well update.
So i had a "miss cari" attack a couple days ago. Yeah i know that im kinda just being a bitch.. but i do. It's my fault i guess for not keeping in touch as well as i'd like.. but im kinda not into having my heart torn out. (im just playin) Still.. i think school is going to be tough. Oh well. i'll worry about it later. I decided that i shall play a lowly monk in Madrigals, (that way i don't have to worry about a costume) and that im not going to take anatomy.
Today was this gay-ass Mentor training deal. Like my mom busted open my door and was like "shampoo your carpet." Cause we rented this rugdoctor doo-hicky and so of course we had to use it in every room. So as im almost done picking up my room, she yells at me get in the car cause of the mentor training, (which i had forgotten about) And so from 9-2 im supposed to be there, and instead i stay 9-12 and keep a grasp on my sanity. Like it wasn't that bad.. it was just i would rather have been shoving ice picks under my fingernails. Or jump naked onto a huge pile of thumbtacks. Either one.. maybe both.
So i come home... order 4 pizzas for Darryl, and then do chores chores chores. I shampooed my carpet (so soft) and ironed a crap-load of clothes (so clean) and then did like 5 other things my mom demanded before i could even think about goin out. And i felt like an ass cause like people (becky/everyone else) were AT MY HOUSE, and i had to tell them i couldn't come out.
<~~ felt like asscrack
So now im here... waiting.. and it's all good.
IM RICH BIOTCH!! *honk honk*
~Steve~
p.s. Darryl you Queer you never picked up the pizzas! WTF mate?